[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Thousands of faces, pale, frightened faces, like gray animals peeping out of electronic caves, with gray colorless eyes, gray tongues, gray thoughts, across faceless faces The skin looks outward.

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01

City X, 24:00

Countdown: 31 hours

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NO.13 The bibliophile is dead.

He died in front of the camera.

Before he died, he only said two words——

"If you want to live, get away from the telescreen."

"Deadline: 31 hours."

On the telescreen, a dark fluorescent screen, a cold narration sounded, "The search is over. Bibliophile No. 13 is dead; crimes against society have been punished."

The gray creatures in the electronic cave looked around, trembling with fear from re-exposure to the unfamiliar air, they returned to their electronic caves as if fleeing, huddled, and when they saw the telescreen again, they finally found their spiritual sustenance, Their hearts finally don't have to float and suffer in emptiness and anxiety.

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Truman looked at the monitor screen and snorted coldly, "They went back again."

"Things are not that simple." Seeing the child's angry look, Shi Kuang rubbed his head. "Several generations of martyrs have not been able to solve the ills of the empire for hundreds of years, let alone the death of bibliophiles." , Boring and stupid suicide, they have long been numb."

Truman frowned, "Then why is he still dying? That tramp doesn't look like such a stupid person."

"Because the price of human life is too great, 800 million people in X City died."

"What do you mean?"

"Truman, do you still remember that oil painting?"

"War, ruins, break down and then rebuild—are you the one in the ruins?"

Shi Kuang smiled and shook his head, "I'm already old."

"Is it Bibliophile No. [-]?"

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

"Because she is the one you chose, and the martyr lives to protect her, so she should be the next martyr," Truman said here, with his head down, feeling a little depressed, "there is another person who is just the opposite. Born for destruction. Five years ago, the number in the dotted box of Killer Sudoku was destruction, and I was the one chosen by NO.17 bibliophile."

Truman was a little nervous.

He was afraid that Shi Kuang would hate him because of this.

Even if he didn't hate it, would Shi Kuang leave because of it?

but--

"Truman, you are also my chosen one."

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02

City X, 23:00

Countdown: 8 hours

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In BIGBROTHER's filming factory, several military helicopters hovered above.

Finally, they stopped in the huge open space of the factory building.

The soldiers on the helicopter got off and took control of the entire factory building. One of the officers saluted Shi Kuang, and then the two of them walked towards the room.

Truman was left behind, and then, his mind began to think wildly again.

Three days ago, the third prince of the empire came to BIGBROTHER, picked up bibliophile No. [-], and officially got married.

On the day she left, under the escort of the imperial aristocratic army, she walked with dignity, elegance and confidence, like a high-ranking queen. When she passed Truman, she stopped and shook hands with Truman with a smile, "Truman, look forward to us See you next time."

Under the eyes of everyone, she embraced him with aristocratic salute.Then, she graciously faced the camera with a serious expression, "The war is critical, and everything about the wedding will be kept simple. Tomorrow, I will go to the battlefield with the third prince. At the same time, I also welcome all the people who are willing to follow us."

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Truman waited anxiously for more than half an hour, and when the officer walked out of the room, he saw Shi Kuang smoking in the room, with cigarette butts all over the place.

Damn, the old man is smoking again.

Truman hesitated for a long time, but instead of going in, he turned around and went to the officer.

Truman asked, "Have you lost the battle?"

The officer had a strange expression on his face. He was silent for a moment, then nodded, "There are seven hours left."

"What do you mean?" Truman suddenly remembered the number of Bibliophile No. 13 before he died.

Bibliophile No. 13 said, 31 hours.

The same countdown, what kind of meaning does it have?

"Seven hours is the countdown to the launch of enemy missiles, right here in this city."

Truman frowned and asked, "What is the control system? Where is the starter?"

"NUCLEARTRIGGER is directly controlled by the central controller of the enemy military, and the final trigger is the president himself, pupil recognition, and ten-fingerprint recognition."

Truman immediately made a decision, "Where is the central host system of the empire?"

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After chatting with the officer, Truman went to Shi Kuang, snatched half of the cigarette from his hand and extinguished it, "You won't leave, will you?"

"Ah."

White smoke filled the room, choking and oppressive.

"You want to stay here? In seven hours, nuclear missiles will explode here!"

"Whoever wants to leave the telescreen, I will help them to leave. This is the duty of the martyrs."

"Then I'll go!"

"Okay, I'll let the helicopter take you away."

Truman gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go now."

"En." Shi Kuang stood up and walked out the door.

Truman clenched his fists and looked at his back.

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Truman was on the helicopter, watching Shi Kuang's back getting smaller and smaller. For some reason, he had an ominous premonition.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. While turning on the computer, he quickly wrote the code with his fingers, and asked the officer, "How many hours will it take?"

The officer said, "At least three hours."

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03

City X, 24:00

Countdown: 7 hours

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Shi Kuang stood there for a long time, his eyes tightly closed.

The NO.17 bibliophile looked calm, "You were also his age when you became a martyr."

Shi Kuang opened his eyes, "Yes, you should be one year younger than him."

"He is my choice and your choice. He will not let us down."

"I really didn't expect that after fighting for so many years, I was about to die," Shi Kuang joked with a smile, "I actually want to be in trouble with you."

"Oh, are you willing to die?"

"I can't bear it, I can't let it go."

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04

City S, 3:00 a.m.

Countdown: 4 hours

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The helicopter lands.

Truman entered the Imperial Central Information Station.

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05

6:30 in the morning

Countdown: half an hour

Truman cracked the last set of codes.

There is only one solution.

Deception tactics, changing the existing missiles, changing the positioning city from X to another one, and infinitely extending the future time series to the maximum, pretending to be a new missile that only exists in the "future".At the same time, replace the president's pupil and ten-fingerprint information with his own pupil and fingerprint information as the activation password for this new missile.

The red light turned into a green light.

Alert lifted.

Truman breathed a sigh of relief, slumped back on the chair, and rubbed his swollen temples.

Suddenly, a burst of indifferent applause sounded.

Truman looked behind him, and a man in a black suit and tie came out from the darkness while applauding, with an obtrusive smile on his lips, and he said, "It's wonderful! Wonderful performance! It's courageous. , wise, extraordinary genius, congratulations on successfully passing the test and officially becoming the successor martyr."

martyr.

Truman's pupils shrank suddenly, "What do you mean?"

"You are very smart, but you are still too young, just like Shi Kuang 20 years ago; genius, despair, struggle, pain... You must have realized by now that there is no such thing as an enemy president, and that person is Shi Kuang. Well, the pupil and fingerprint information belonged to Shi Kuang, and belonged exclusively to the martyrs—a perfect and delicate succession ceremony."

Truman's eyes were scarlet, and he punched him in the face, but he was controlled by a man in white who had been prepared, controlled his limbs, and tied him to the chair with chains. The man in white took out the needle from the medicine box and injected the blood-like scarlet liquid into Truman's body.

"Don't lock it too tightly, so we can appreciate the despair, pain, struggle on his face..."

Before losing consciousness, he saw the alarm that had just turned green, and started the countdown again:

The last twenty minutes!

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06

City S, 6:40

Countdown: Two 10 minutes

Truman couldn't hear what they were saying at all. He was in so much pain that he couldn't think. All he knew was that it hurt, it hurt, his whole body hurt, from joints to bones, it spread into his blood, his heart, every day. Every cell hurts violently.The pain was like a bug, penetrating into his skin, joints, flesh, and bones, gnawing at every cell in his body; he was drenched in sweat, his body convulsed with pain, curl up, tremble...

"Okay."

The man in white stepped forward and injected him with a white medicine.

Truman became quiet. He sat obediently in the corner, breathing heavily, but his expression was numb and his pupils were dilated.

"For a formal introduction, I am the new ruler of this empire, and also the ruler of the martyrs. As for Shi Kuang—" he clapped his hands, and the telescreen in the room suddenly lit up, "he is now a dead man, it is you Ended all of this with your own hands, just so you can see him for the last time. Tsk tsk, look, martyrs always have so much bloody nonsense before they die..."

Truman heard something in a trance. He didn't know what it was, but he instinctively felt that it was very important. He tried hard to recall and search, and finally, in a blur of memory, he found 27 words that became clear. the number of—

511171923113163193263359397409449521617719773929116312311249155316011663169316991709

He stared straight at the telescreen.

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